The Beta’s Unwilling Bride
He looked like he wants to travel and by the loads he carried, it doesn’t look like he would be back any time soon.
“What’s going on?” I demand.
A young servant jumps, nearly drops a bag. He bows quick, eyes on the ground. “Supreme Luna,” he mumbles, voice shaking. “Supreme Alpha is traveling. He’ll be back in a few days.”
I spin. Alaric leans against the car, arms crossed, face blank. No alpha aura today, just casual expression. Shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He doesn’t look at me. His eyes are on the horizon, like I’m not even there.